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Drunk dogs?!

So I was sitting at this bar the other day called Torino in gemmayze, beirut.

An extremely friendly bar if you ask me, and a side that I love about it, apart from opening up at 10am, is that it’s also dog friendly.
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Now a thing to know about dogs, they don’t like alcohol, (at least not the alcoholic ones); so it’s never a good idea to be drunk, cuddle that dog, and spray the dog with your drink: it most probably will attack, however trained it is. After all we all know that dogs have an extremely sensible sense of smell; imagine how annoying it must feel to them.

So of course, that guy, even though having two dogs at home, got attacked.
People decide that all dogs are trained the same way to react the same way. But they most definitely are not, each copies their parent owner, and in some ways have their basic instict still leading them; especially at a young age.

Same goes for humans in some way, though we always tend to ignore that, we prefer to think that all react like humans, aka us, but that theory has been proved wrong over the years. We say yeah but eventually each develops their own personality, we are not submissive like dogs.

I fully agree with that theory, but here’s an idea that I will let ponder in your head: what about suicide bombers and sheep that follow a political or religious party that requires them to kill not the same?

T.

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It’s all about the bar

Here is a useless post but still fun to read.

Point 1: what is the strangest things you’ve found in a bar? The best object I found was this kinder surprise game:
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Point 2: bartenders teach us the best drinking tricks to use during Oktober fest: how to shug a beer in 5 seconds:

– First find a bending straw

– Place the straw through the beer bottle

– Bend the other side upwards

– Shug it all in

Point 3: drinking tricks: you’re broke but still want to manage to get a few free shots? Easy! Go to the closest bar where few people are sitting at the bar, offer them to play a game, looser buys a shot to the winner (beware, some people might know the tricks)

– Adding a line: here is the equation: 4+4=444, add a line to make it equal (it might look real simple now, but people under the influence of alcohol don’t usually go for the obvious), the answer is 444=444

– Coin games: get 4 coins of the same size and put them in this position: gamer has to get them in a straight line by only using 4 moves; rule is, when you move one it should touch 2 others. Here is a video of how to do it.

– Cutting a lemon with a cigarette (I’m not sure where this started, but people say from jail, others say from bartenders, I think in either case it is pretty cool) Here is a cool video I found explaining it (is much better than mine so hey)

Point 4: watching a drunken bartender (you know he’s drunk, you just offered him a couple of shots with you) flipping bottles behind the bar. Most people think its show-off (which it obviously is) but some enjoy watching it while others get annoyed by it. Those who get annoyed are probably the ones waiting for their drinks that have been delayed due to the show. But here is my question to you: have you ever been able to do what they can? I’ve tried countless times, and can barely save a bottle or two from crashing to the ground. It is an art! Watch bartender Diego flipping and flaring.

Point 5: drinking alone will never be drinking alone if you’re sitting at the bar; bartenders will make sure to give time to listen to you, joke around and share some interesting stuff to keep you from drowning.

Point 6: bartenders are sometimes hot!

Point 7: reading stuff about bartenders and bars makes you feel like having a beer right now (which I will probably do as soon as I publish this post)

Point 8: I’m not sure what it is but bars are the best thing ever!

Point 9: if the glass is on the drafts handle, do not panic! Bottles still exists, you’ll get your supply of beer soon!

Cheers!

T.

Pub vs Club toilets

Now I know this might be a weird subject, but I think someone should point it out eventually.
If you’ve ever been to lebanon you would’ve probably seen the difference between the two. As well as the difference between a “fancy” club and a normal one.

Now let’s explain a normal pub’s toilet. Most probably shared, one cubicle, small, and sometimes dark; but these are the best during happy hour since both parties sharing it will be conscious of themselves, and the fact that it is shared. On the other hand, once the party gets rougher, so does the aiming; I would advise to be careful where you put your feet and hands.

A little bigger pub, or more referred to as a bar, where more people can fit usually has 2 cubicles, one for each party; the female side is usually cleaner when it comes to aiming issues, unfortunately as the night develops you might find smells of puke around this area. As for the male’s toilet, the aiming goes from bad to worse, but with a distinct smell of only pee. In this case I’m not sure which is better to use.

Now on to clubs. Big, dark, underground, coke free, but good music to drum your ears kind of club. That’s where toilets are clearly defined and divided. Female cubicles have a huge mirror for makeup and hair checking, where you might find white powder on small shelves and a arm rest to put your phone on while attending to your business. Those are the scary toilets I find. Where you must expect to find anything and everything; from passed out girls to couples having sex, pucking girls and those taking pills or sniffing. As for the male toilets; they are more or less the same, except for the fact that no guy is passed out, but you can hear them endlessly and loudly bragging about everything and nothing; and this is the place to find a fight always starting.

Finally and most importantly, “fancy” club’s toilets. Now those are the most interesting I find, just last night I noticed how fun these are. The female version comes with a hostess, endless mirrors and light, and even free tampons on a shelf. Walking in there was like a trip to a beauty salon, some were fixing their makeup, one even pulled out a can of hair spray out of her tiny purse to fix her hair. Waiting in line for my turn to one of the 9 cubicles, I noticed two weren’t going out, and that’s when I heard the faint sound of polite pucking in classy places, I didn’t even know it could be so silent and ungross (I’m not sure that word even exists but I honestly haveno idea how to explain it exactly) at 2am, but I guess that’s what you learn how to do in such fancy places. Now the male’s toilets are more fun, my friend had to recount for me his experience so I could explain it since security guys stayed at the entrance of each party to make sure only females used their toilets while only males used theirs. I was quite surprised when I heard that aiming was better in their area, but the bragging kept going in more forms of richeness, where the car you were driving, the money you were pouring at the party, and your date’s beauty were more important than the rest.
Now the most important thing in both toilets at fancy places is the fact that your host/hostess will make sure to hand you tissues right after cleaning your hands, or a cotton to fix your makeup, and even hold your hair in cases of solo pucking. Some clubs even had more hostesses to clean up the cubicle as soon as you went out and before the next person would go in to make sure all was good and safe for you to go in.

Now I’m not sure which I’m more comfortable in, but I find it amazing how shared simple small cubicles can make me feel better than show off ones.

T.

Watching football in lebanon… what a feast!

I have to mention, I rarely watch games unless I’m with an interesting crowd of friends; but tonight, I randomly walked into my new favourite pub for a couple of beers before heading to the party. The place is full! I’ve never had trouble finding a place here before tonight, so I simply sat on the bar, behind the hanging TV screen.
Honestly, it’s the first time I have an overview of the crowd watching the game. Trust me, it’s a brand new experience that opened my eyes to a new perception of things, in more ways than one.

[Now I have to do a bit of advertisement for the pub to explain the seating; as well as its understanding and professional bartender Diego. The place is called Moscow Mule -you can figure out the specialty alone- in hamra Street, beirut. It fits on a normal day nearly 30 people in front of the screen, indoors and outdoors; tonight a record had been broken with nearly 50 people more or less]

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So back to the game, Barca vs Real Madrid, quite an exciting duo if you ask me, but watching the crowd’s reactions while watching the game is so much more interesting than simply watching the game.  Now the crowd here is mixed between the two teams, but that doesn’t stop them from sitting at the same table, as well as sharing drinks, shots, laughter and excitement.
Unfortunately I’ve never seen that much excitement in a lebanese crowd watching a lebanese team (that is when they do watch the game); but it makes me wonder why can’t we all just get along living and sharing this country like we do during football games; but that’s off topic, so back to watching people watching. I’m loving this phrase

I can feel the tension and excitement, I can hear the crowd holding its breath and sometimes even squeaking (yes even the guys). When you’re away from the crowd, the screen, and watching from the outside; it feels so much more alive. Not knowing exactly why each reaction is overtaking the other at different times is like watching a blind movie where you can’t really see the topic.

Now think about this: A little screen is currently controlling your emotions and reactions, whether it be playing a show, a series, or even a simple movie. I still am amazed when watching any of these fictional characters living these fictional lives, but always controlling us.

Television; what a great, disturbing, mind controlling, fun object of technology. Anything you watch might alter your mood or fit it in more ways than one, but I agree, it’s pretty awesomely addictive sometimes.

There is no real moral or point to that story, I just felt the need to share this experience and hope it might make sense to you as much as it did to me.
In the meantime; Cheers!T.

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